Page 126 of Keep Your Friends Close and Your… Work Enemy Closer?

"I love that, though. Just like I lo—" I stopped myself short of saying it. Thank fuck. It was way too soon. I'd literally just maybe won her back, and now was not the time.

She smiled at me, a mysterious smile, and I wondered if she could see right through me and knew what I'd been about to say.

"Fuck me, Max."

Okay, then. Wow. Straight to the point. I liked it.

I kissed the fuck out of her, my mind blown that this was really going to happen now. Moving my mouth down her body, she leaned back, giving me full access. I reached up the flowy skirt of her dress and found her underwear, yanking them off as she giggled.

"Don't you dare rip them. They're my favorite."

"You wore your favorite tonight?"

"Of course. I was kind of hoping I'd run into you."

This night kept getting better and better. I knelt down, unable to resist the sight in front of me, pulling her body toward me for greater access. She had said to fuck her, and hell yeah, I couldn't wait to do that, but I was going to take my sweet time getting there.

Leaning back on her elbows, she watched me with sexy bedroom eyes, her breathing heavy, as was mine. This moment was pure magic, the coming back together, the heightening of senses and heady anticipation of what was to come, nowandlater.

I lowered my head to her pussy, kissing her there, reveling in the taste of her, the memory of her not even close to capturing how amazing she felt against my mouth.

"You're so fucking perfect," I whispered in awe.

Spreading her legs wide open, I continued with soft kisses, turning to her inner thighs, then working my way back to her center. I licked her from back to front, then plunged my tongue into her opening, reveling in the way her body bucked and her thighs squeezed my head.

"Oh, sorry," she said, her legs relaxing. "I didn't mean to strangle you."

I chuckled against her. "I'd die a very happy man."

She laughed, then let her head fall back as I mimicked with my tongue what my dick would soon do, probing as deep as I could.

"Ohhh," she moaned.

I found my way to her clit, swollen and begging for attention. With slow, deliberate circles of my tongue, I kept an eye on her, trying to read her body language, the way her back was arched, her breasts thrust into the air above her bodice or corset or whatever that thing was called.

She made whimpering noises, and I turned up my game, speeding up the movements of my tongue, switching to a flicking motion. I pushed a finger inside her, curling it upwards, looking for the sweet spot.

I added my middle finger, stretching her, hoping to prepare her for the size of me, something that had been an issue in the past. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her in any way.

Stroking her again and again with my tongue, I noticed her breathing picking up even more, and I finger fucked her even harder, urging her on with my mouth, with everything I had in me.

"Max," she said on an exhale. "Max..."

Her pussy suddenly contracted around my fingers as she cried out, her release gushing against my mouth, making me almost see stars. It took everything I had not to lose it myself. I had to—absolutely had to—save it for the final act because I was desperate to be inside her.

The thought of coming inside her... Oh, God. I had to think of something else.

It was impossible though with the stunning sight splayed out before me.Not helping. The dress made everything more surreal, like a stunning backdrop for this erotic moment, framing her, framing the curves of her beautiful body.

She no longer leaned on her elbows, instead lying flat on the table, her legs twining behind my back and bringing me closer. Once her body stopped quivering, she looked me dead in the eyes.

"Please," she breathed.

I couldn't wait any longer, my cock straining for her heat. Pushing my hips forward, I made contact with her wet pussy, nudging her entrance with my tip.

"God, that feels so good," I said.

"More."

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